Ranger in Equestria

by Lady Umbra

Uniting Hearts on Hearth's Warming Eve

As the frost-kissed tendrils of winter's breath curled through the streets of Ponyville, the town awoke with a joyful expectancy, carried on the whisper of a promise that Hearth's Warming Eve was drawing near. The days leading up to the festive occasion were awash in the soft glow of lanterns and the rich tapestry of decorations adorning every nook.

Amid the flurry of preparations, five remarkable friends, the elements of harmony themselves, were each immersed in their own unique traditions to welcome the cherished holiday. Applejack, with the tireless dedication of her forbearers, was swathed in the comforting aroma of her Sweet Apple Acres, where the barn stood regally, festooned with garlands of holly and vibrant red ribbons.

Rainbow Dash, always one to rise to the occasion, took to the skies with exhilarating speed. She choreographed a breathtaking display, weaving through the tufts of cloud, coaxing them to release a gentle snowfall that would cloak Ponyville in a pristine blanket of white, lifting spirits and bringing smiles to everypony's face.

Elsewhere, Rarity, her boutique transformed into an enchanted winter wonderland, added the final touches to her exquisite Hearth's Warming Eve window display. With her artistic flair, she crafted a scene aglow with elegance and grace, drawing in admirers with the shimmering allure of her festive creations.

Not to be outdone in enthusiasm, Pinkie Pie orchestrated her latest extravaganza at Sugarcube Corner, decking the halls with a cornucopia of tinsel and baubles that jangled merrily. Her infectious laughter echoed as she prepared for the grand feast, certain that this year would host the grandest Hearth's Warming Eve party ever seen in Ponyville.

Lastly, Fluttershy embraced the tenderhearted spirit of the season, turning her care to the woodland creatures. Ensuring no one was forgotten, her cottage became a haven, offering warmth and sustenance. Hand-crafted wreaths adorned with seeds and berries graced her doors, an open invitation to her animal friends that they might share in the holiday joy.

As each friend lent their hand to the holiday's approach, an air of anticipation filled Ponyville. Hearth's Warming Eve was not just a holiday but an embodiment of unity and warmth, the very ethos these friends represented. In the days to come, the promise of shared laughter, heartfelt gifts, and enduring traditions would spark the magic that defines this most wondrous time of year.

Inside the Golden Oaks Library, a hub of warmth and light against the winter’s chill, Twilight Sparkle, alongside her faithful companion Spike and her coltfriend Tommy, delved into the heart of Hearth's Warming preparations with vigor and joy. The library's towering shelves, typically solemn sentinels of wisdom, now twinkled with the merry glint of holiday trappings.

Spike clambered up the ladder, strings of garland draped over his shoulder, veiling every tier with festive swags, while Tommy, with his keen eye for precision, positioned ornaments meticulously upon the branches of a robust Hearth’s Warming tree that stood as the room's proud centerpiece. Twilight herself was busy at the large central table, her magic gently floating quill and parchment into an elegant dance, scribing thoughtful notes for the gifts they would soon exchange.

"It may not be Christmas, but the spirit is just as heartfelt," murmured Tommy to himself, reflecting on the joyous parallels of the season.

Spike, meanwhile, as he was hoisting up the garlands was planing a little holiday trick on both Tommy and Twilight. He glanced over to one of the bookshelves to see something hidden in one of the books he purposely let hang out of the shelf next to the tree Tommy was decorating. The young Drake snickered to himself a little as he glanced over his shoulder to Twilight.

“Hey, Twilight? You forgot to shelve one of the books properly,” Spike pointed at the book in question.

Before Twilight could respond, Tommy, ever keen to lend a helping hand, interjected with a willing smile. "I've got it, Twilight," he assured, moving with purpose towards the bookshelf. His fingers grazed the spine of the protruding volume, and as he tenderly slid the book from its lofty perch, an unexpected surprise tumbled forth.

Beneath the pretense of literature, a well-hidden sprig of mistletoe, the trap Spike had playfully set, cascaded down, landing with a poetic softness between Tommy and Twilight. Caught unaware beneath the traditional symbol of holiday endearment, a momentary hush settled over the room. Glances were exchanged—first in surprise, then with the realization of the season's mischief—as Spike's gleeful snicker rang out, accenting the innocent conspiracy of his holiday ploy.

Under the unexpected enchantment of the holiday tradition, Twilight, with cheeks tinged by a bashful rose, yielded to the moment's gentle pull, leaning in to graze Tommy's lips with her own. As the quiet warmth of the library enveloped them, Tommy reciprocated the tender gesture, sharing in a kiss that spoke softly of Hearth's Warming's heartfelt connections. It was a moment of sweet serendipity, woven into the fabric of the season's magic, and as they parted, their smiles held the cozy glow of shared affection and festive cheer.

Spike turned to the couple, breaking the serene aftermath of their shared moment. "So, is everything set here?" he inquired, recalling their upcoming engagement. "Don't forget, Pinkie's Hearth's Warming party awaits us."

"Indeed," Twilight agreed, stepping back from her significant other with a nod. "We should get ready to go."

A swift change later and both Spike and Tommy reappeared in the library's front room, donning festive attire for the evening's event. Spike struck a dapper note with his holiday ensemble, featuring green, fur-trimmed trousers and a matching Santa hat that added a touch of whimsy. Tommy, in stark contrast, presented an elegant figure clad in a crisp shirt of deep Hearth's Warming red, topped with a forest green blazer that nodded to the season's colors. The centerpiece of his attire, a scarf emblazoned with the iconic Dragonzord emblem, hung stylishly about his neck. This bespoke addition was complemented by dark, tailored pants and polished, practical shoes suitable for an evening filled with festivities.

As they prepared to depart, Tommy cast a quizzical look towards Spike. "Aren't you going to be chilly without a proper shirt?" he asked.

With a casual shrug and a small exhale that danced with flames, Spike responded, "Not at all," his voice confident. "The chill never bothers me, not as long as I've got my inner fire to keep me warm."

“Um…Tommy?”

Tommy turned to the voice of his marefriend and his breath hitched a bit. Twilight wore a beautifully tailored strapless white dress with blue snowflake etchings along the bottom. She wore a fluffy shawl over her shoulders for warmth and long white gloves that went up to her elbows. Her mane was done up in a bun with strands of hair hanging on each side of her face. Twilight had even done her makeup with dark blue eyeshadow, pink blush for her cheeks, and red lipstick. For the young Ranger, it was as if he was gazing at the image of pure beauty.

“How…do I look?” Twilight asked bashfully.

"Uh..."

Tommy Oliver, typically known for his formidable presence as the Mighty Morphin Green Ranger and his sharp wit in the face of adversity, found himself momentarily disarmed by the stunning sight of his marefriend. The usual flow of quick comebacks abandoned him, leaving him speechless. Recognizing the rare pause in his friend, Spike gave Tommy a nudge, prompting him back to reality. Recovering from his spellbound silence, Tommy addressed Twilight with a sincerity that matched the depth of his feelings.

"Twilight, you're breathtaking," Tommy expressed, his tone imbued with admiration. "Your beauty has a way of leaving me without words." His compliment brought a tender blush to Twilight's cheeks, adding to the charm of the moment.

Twilight responded by stepping up to Tommy and wrapped her arms around his neck before pressing her lips against his.

Spike interjected cheekily, noticing the chemistry between the two, "Twilight, if you need some private time, I can go ahead to the party. I'll just tell Pinkie you've got something important to do."

"Spike!" Twilight exclaimed, a blush of mortification sweeping across her face as she gently released her hold on the human.

With a teasing glint in his eye, Spike swung the front door open and glanced back at Tommy. "Catch you later at the party, Mr. Something," he quipped, adding a playful note to his departure.

“He’s getting a rise outta us,” Tommy chuckled as he wrapped his arm around Twilight.

“Honestly though, I get my first coltfriend and I’m being teased over it,” Twilight rolled her eyes. “I guess I should be lucky we haven’t told Shining Armor or my parents yet.”

As Tommy and Twilight departed from the library, heading toward Carousel Boutique, Tommy posed a curious inquiry, "Why would we consider ourselves lucky?"

Twilight responded, sharing insight into her family dynamics. "Well, Shining Armor tends to be quite protective of me," she began, "and Dad is very much the same."

Tommy, intrigued, followed up. "What about your mom?"

A hint of seriousness laced Twilight's words. "Let's just say I'd prefer to not leave you two alone," she admitted, which elicited a puzzled glance from Tommy as he tried to piece together the meaning behind her cryptic remark.

“Why? Afraid she’ll dote on me too much and take me away?” Tommy joked, only for Twilight to deadpan at him.

"Yes," Twilight affirmed promptly when Tommy inquired about her past relationships. "I've introduced a few crushes to my family, and each time, they seemed more enamored with my mother than with me."

Spike chimed in, aiming to comfort his surrogate sister, "Twilight, Mom was just looking out for you. Those guys weren't really into you for you; they were dazzled by your status as Celestia’s protege."

Twilight let out a soft grumble, her gaze carrying a mix of frustration and resignation. "Nevertheless, I would’ve preferred to learn that on my own," she murmured, pausing before the entrance of Carousel Boutique.

“Twilight,” Tommy said, making the mare look up at Tommy and he surprised her with a peck on the lips. “No matter who you introduce me to or whatever happens, you’ll always be the mare for me no matter what. I love you, Twilight, don’t forget that.”

"Okay," ​Twilight affirmed, leading the way as they stepped into the heart of the fashionista's abode.

As they did, the chatter seemed to briefly pause, the attention pivoting towards them — particularly towards ​Tommy. Twilight, keenly aware of the curious stares, instinctively tightened her grip on Tommy's arm, bringing him in closer for reassurance. Caught off guard by the sudden closeness and the delicate position his arm found itself in, Tommy's cheeks tinged with a deep shade of red.

Breaking the slight tension, ​Spike nonchalantly made his way to ​Rarity and ​Applejack, who were deep in conversation. "Hey, what's going on here?" he greeted, hoping to blend into the familiarity of friendship.

At Ponyville's heartwarming celebration, the spirit of camaraderie filled the air as the ponies reveled in playful festivities. Their laughter rang clear, each moment a cherished memory in the making. However, unbeknownst to them, a shadow of discontent loomed on the horizon, edging ever closer to the joyous scene.

Amid boisterous party games that saw Spike don an elf costume at Rarity's behest, the gathering drew to a close with the beloved tradition of gift-giving. Pinkie Pie, with her knack for personal touches, presented hats to each friend, emblazoned with symbols of their own Element of Harmony – though Tommy received a hat with the distinct emblem of his Dragonzord, setting his apart. Rainbow Dash, with her usual flair, gifted everyone with passes to an upcoming high-flying performance by the Wonderbolts. Applejack contributed a delightful array of apple-inspired delicacies, a testament to the fruits of her labor at Sweet Apple Acres.

Fluttershy tendered a bouquet of pet-centric presents that matched each friend's furry companions, only to hesitate upon realizing Tommy was without. Her voice fluttered with an apology, "I'm so sorry, Tommy. I got these gifts months before you showed up." Seized by inspiration, her demeanor briefly brightened. "However, I would be more than happy to assist you in finding a pet, only if you'd like that is," she offered, retreating into her characteristic timidity.

Tommy responded with a genuine smile, warmth in his eyes, "I'd like that, Fluttershy. Thank you." His acceptance brought a gentle ease to the atmosphere, strengthening the fabric of their newfound friendship amidst the season's twinkling lights.

Amidst the warmth of the festive gathering, as Rarity's exquisite, silk-crafted garments brought smiles of gratitude to everyone's faces, it was then Tommy's moment to share his own thoughtfully selected presents.

"I believe it's time for my gifts," Tommy remarked with a gentle smile, as he stood and made his way to the table, his hands deftly gathering the neatly wrapped packages.

A curious murmur rippled through the group as Spike interjected, "But you arrived without any gifts in hand!"

"That's true, but I had the foresight to entrust my surprises to Rarity a couple of days ago for safekeeping," Tommy explained, easing down into his seat and lifting the first box. Directing his gaze toward Rainbow Dash, he invited her, "Would you mind parting with your earrings for just a moment?"

"Why?" Rainbow Dash, intrigued yet puzzled, slipped off her lightning-bolt earrings and watched expectantly.

"With these, you won't need those anymore," Tommy revealed, his voice tinged with excitement as he presented a set of sumptuously radiant ruby earrings.

At first glance, Rainbow Dash couldn't help but dismiss them, "They seem like just another fancy pair of earrings," but as she peered closer, a distinctive emblem within the gemstone caught her eye. "Is that what I think it is?"

"Indeed," Tommy confirmed, a smile playing on his lips. "Engraved in each stone is the insignia of Jason's power coin—the mark of a leader whose strength was unparalleled on our team."

"Awesome!," Rainbow Dash exclaimed, swiftly adorning the new earrings. "Do they capture my Awesomeness?"

As she sought affirmation, Tommy reached for the next gift, his eyes catching the pink hue of the wrapping paper. Before he could unveil it himself, the package was spirited away by an enthusiastic Pinkie Pie, who wasted no time revealing the contents.

With a shower of paper, Pinkie Pie discovered a bracelet adorned with a pink sapphire. As she clasped it around her wrist, she paused to appreciate the intricate design within the gem — a symbol whispering of ancient times and mighty creatures.

"Neat, a prehistoric birdie!" Pinkie beamed with fascination.

"It symbolizes the Pterodactyl, the crest of Kimberly Hart, the Pink Ranger," Tommy explained, his voice warm with admiration. "She was renowned for her precision, her power bow an extension of her steadfast spirit."

Applejack approached Tommy with a hint of skepticism, her voice tinged with her characteristic straightforwardness. "Now, I sure hope you didn't get me any kinda fancy jewelry, ya hear? Something like that wouldn't fit too well with farm work—just end up gettin' in the way."

Tommy met her gaze, a knowing grin on his face, "Fear not, Applejack. I took your practicality to heart when I chose your gift." He then revealed an amber hair clip, subtly embedded with the Mastodon symbol—an emblem of strength.

"This Mastodon," Tommy began, gently removing her current hair tie to secure the new clip in place, "was the symbol of my friend Zack’s power. He shared the same resilience and strong-willed nature that you do."

Without a word, a warm blush colored Applejack's cheeks. She offered Tommy a grateful, if bashful, nod before retreating to take in the significance of the gift in quiet reflection.

Tommy turned his attention to the next elegantly wrapped present. "Rarity, this one's for you."

With her innate grace, the unicorn promptly stepped forward, her eyes reflecting anticipation. Tommy unfurled a brooch from the packaging, revealing a design that wove elegance and sophistication with a sapphire so clear it rivaled the clarity of a serene sky, set with the dignified Triceratops symbol.

"Crafting this was a significant undertaking," Tommy commented as he secured the brooch onto Rarity, their proximity prompting a soft blush to adorn her cheeks. "The Blue Ranger, whose emblem this is, embodied tranquility but held unmatched brilliance and fought with a unique, graceful ferocity."

Overcome with emotion, Rarity managed a sincere whisper, "It...It's breathtaking, Tommy," before she drifted back to stand beside Applejack, both of them sharing an unspoken, rosy-cheeked camaraderie.

Tommy turned his attention to the next anticipated moment, beginning with a gentle call, "Fluttershy..." He paused, noting with a tender grin that the shy pegasus was already nearby, her gaze demurely averted. With a soft chuckle, Tommy presented a topaz necklace that gleamed with a warmth mirroring the sun. Engraved within the gemstone was the emblem of the Sabretooth Tiger.

"As I've been told, your quiet nature bellies a fierce courage that asserts itself when your friends are in need," Tommy observed, carefully draping the necklace around Fluttershy's neck. "Trini Kwan—whose spirit this symbol represents—was the nurturing soul of our team, always there to protect us."

Captivated by the necklace's splendor yet overcome with bashfulness, Fluttershy tried to articulate her gratitude, tripping over her words, "It's...It's...It's..." Her stammering only ceased when a playful cherry tossed by Rainbow Dash nudged her back to the moment. "It's Beautiful, Tommy," she finally voiced, her cheeks aglow with a rosy flush before retreating behind Rainbow Dash for comfort.

Tommy motioned to the diminutive dragon with a cheerful, "Spike, your turn." At his call, Spike's scurried over with eagerness twinkling in his eyes.

From a small box, Tommy withdrew a lustrous golden bangle, its surface adorned with a precisely faceted emerald, the likeness of the legendary Dragonzord etched within it.

Spike, clasping the bangle on his wrist, asked with a hint of playful curiosity, "Is this because I'm a dragon?"

Shaking his head, Tommy replied, "No, Spike. This isn't just because you're a dragon. I crafted this for you because I see the qualities we share. You're not just brave when it counts, you're also fiercely loyal and perpetually ready to grow. That's the essence of a Ranger, the readiness for battle but also the compassion for one's comrades. Your actions speak that truth every day. This bangle is a testament to your spirit."

Observing the emblem on his wrist with newfound reverence, Spike's posture straightened—not just in stature, but in spirit. The bangle, a fusion of metal and gemstone, held a reflection of his courage, a mirror to the honor he now felt. In a voice steady with emotion, Spike echoed his gratitude, "Thank you, Tommy. I am truly honored to wear this."

With a warm twinkle in his eyes, Tommy gently handed the final present to Twilight. He offered it with a tender earnestness, keenly aware it lacked the adornment of the previous gifts.

"Twilight, I opted for something a bit different," he confessed, his voice softening with affection as she began to peel away the wrapping. "My hope is that it brings you as much joy..."

A sharp intake of breath interrupted him as Twilight laid eyes on the tome nestled in her hooves. "Secrets of the Masters..." she read aloud, her voice trembling with excitement as she traced the title etched on the cover. She flipped it open, eyes dancing over the noteworthy authors. "Penned by Starswirl the Bearded and the Six Pillars..." Her gaze lifted, alight with elation, to meet Tommy's.

In a single fluid motion, she enveloped him in an embrace, her gratitude transcending words as she pressed a kiss to his lips.

"This is beyond perfect," she whispered, her heart conveyed in every syllable. As she reluctantly retreated, her magic fluttered to life, gracefully distributing presents among her companions in an elegant dance of giving.

The soft rustle of paper and the murmur of astonished gratitude filled the room as each friend discovered a book catered to their deepest interests among the unwrapped gifts. While joy bloomed around him, Tommy noticed a melancholic shadow flit across Twilight's features as she gently disentangled herself from their embrace.

"Tommy..." Twilight began, her horn aglow, her voice a harmonic blend of hope and sorrow. "I want you to appreciate the gift I have prepared."

A brilliant flash cascaded through the space, materializing the skeletal remains of the Dragonbone Colossus and encircling them with a ring of twenty unrefined crystals.

Twilight's intention dawned on Tommy as she outstretched her hoof. "You can't mean to—"

Twilight interrupted, her eyes glazed with an unspeakable emotion. "Please, give me the fragments of your shattered Power Coin," she implored, her voice carrying the weight of the moment.

Reluctantly, Tommy reached into his pocket, presenting the remnants of his Power Coin. All around, friends paused, absorbing the gravity of the situation, their expressions mirroring Twilight's solemnity. As her magic intertwined with the light of the crystals, an intense luminance began to build, the dawn of an awe-inspiring event.

Rarity's voice shimmered with concern, "Twilight, what on Equestria are you doing?"

With her magic, deft and precise, Twilight conjured a shimmering portal linked to Tommy's home dimension.

A collective gasp filled the air as Twilight's eyes brimmed with unshed tears. "This portal will remain open long enough for your safe passage back," she said, her voice tremulous with emotion, "but the spell's stability is fleeting, Tommy. Once it fades, I won't have the strength to forge another."

Tommy hesitated, his response stifled by the urgency of the moment when a bellowing cry thundered from outside, freezing them all in place.

"OLIVER!"

Tommy, Twilight, and Rainbow Dash exchanged looks of shock upon recognizing the voice laced with fury.

"Scorpion!" Tommy barked, his attention snapping to the ominous echo. "I was sure he was finished!"

"The mines swallowed him whole," Twilight whispered, disbelief etched into her tone. "It was a catastrophe no one could've emerged from..."

Tommy advanced toward the door, but Twilight's magic ceased, and she hastily positioned herself between him and the impending threat.

"Absolutely not," Twilight declared, her voice laced with determination, even as tears cascaded down her cheeks. "You nearly lost your life to him before; I can't stand by and watch you risk it all again."

"He won't hesitate to strike at the townsfolk just to draw me out," argued Tommy, attempting to sidestep her, only to find himself encased within a magically erected barrier. "Twilight, you need to let me go!"

"NO!" Twilight's voice shattered the air, tears streaming unrestrained. "I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Tommy tried to reassure her, "I won't let it end like that—" but Twilight interrupted, fraught with fear.

"You will!" Her voice cracked as she stamped her hoof forcefully. "The last battle nearly claimed you, and another confrontation... it might be fatal."

"I am a Power Ranger," Tommy insisted, his fist thudding against the unyielding magic of the barrier.

"Without your coin" Twilight countered with desperation in her cry. "You're only human now!"

The distant cries of panic pierced the strained atmosphere. Tommy posed a heart-wrenching question, "Which matters more to you, Twilight? My safety, or the safety of every soul in Ponyville?"

Twilight's heart skipped a beat, her resolve shaken to its core. "How can you ask me to choose?" Her voice was a whisper against the storm of her emotions.

Tommy's eyes, earnest and pleading, met Twilight's. "I will return, I promise you that," he implored, the gravity of the moment hanging between them.

After a moment of fraught hesitation, Twilight's resolve softened and the magical barrier dissipated. "Just... make sure you come back to us," she implored, her voice trembling as Tommy sprinted away.

Rainbow Dash turned to Twilight urgently. "We've got to back him up. Tommy can't tackle Scorpion on his own."

"We wouldn't stand a chance against him," Twilight admitted, her gaze dropping before a spark of inspiration lit her eyes. She surveyed the remnants of portal ingredients at her hooves—the crystals, ancient bones, and the shattered fragments of the Dragonzord Power Coin.

"Twilight, are you thinking of calling his comrades here?" Spike questioned, following her contemplative gaze.

"The crystals don't possess the endurance for that kind of transfer—not for all five," Twilight explained, her magic already enshrouding the remnants. A luminous aura began to pulse around the pieces. "Instead, I'll channel my magic to restore the Power Coin's integrity."

The crystals flared with a brilliant intensity, each pulsing in sync with Twilight's burgeoning aura. Her breathing grew labored from the exertion of casting her spell on the coin's broken pieces.

"But didn’t Tommy say that even Princess Celestia couldn’t restore the Power Coin?" Applejack remarked with concern.

Twilight kept her focus, replying, "A single crystal can boost a unicorn's magic power a hundredfold. Harnessing the energy of twenty will equal the combined might of the three Alicorn princesses."

"Is undertaking such power without risk?" Rarity's worry deepened as she noticed the trickle of blood from Twilight's nose. "Twilight, you're hurt!"

"It’s nothing," Twilight insisted, even as the coin began to radiate with an inner light.

Yet, amidst the humming magic, a crystal fractured with a sharp crack, causing Twilight's eyes to snap open in alarm.

Desperation crept into ​Twilight's eyes as she watched another crystal succumb to the strain and fracture—each successive shatter escalating her alarm. With only five crystals remaining, she noticed them emanating a faint blue light; ​Rarity was lending her own magical support in a bid to stabilize the crumbling array.

Pooling every last whisper of her magical energy, Twilight directed it towards the coin. Once the piece was whole, a surge of emerald energy rippled outwards, the force of the restoration sending a shockwave that decimated the remaining crystals and flung everyone to the ground.

Steadying himself, ​Spike rose to his feet, his eyes landing on the power coin, now completely intact. He picked it up, marveling at its flawless form, seemingly untouched by damage.

His voice faltered, "Twili..." The sight before him left him momentarily speechless. "Twilight!" he cried out in distress.

The unicorn before him was barely recognizable, with a gaunt appearance as if her very essence had been drained. Her breaths came in harried gasps, her skin was pallid, and dark circles underscored her eyes. Her whole frame shook as she weakly grasped Spike’s hand and pushed it toward him.

With a trembling effort, Twilight grasped Spike’s hand, closing his claws around the coin into his palm. "Take it to Tommy," she breathed laboriously.

"But what about—," Spike began, but he stopped himself, reading the resolve in Twilight's eyes. He knew any objection would be futile. Clutching the power coin firmly, he nodded. "I will be swift," he reassured her, and with that, he was gone to fulfill Twilight's dire request.

Before Spike could voice his concern, he met Twilight’s insistent gaze, understanding the urgency—and the futility of protest. "I will return as swiftly as I can," he promised, clutching the power coin with newfound determination.

Author's Note:

In the peaceful town of Ponyville, a shadow stirs—a harbinger of a grudge born from the depths of defeat. Scorpion, with a fury reignited, has emerged to seek retribution against Tommy Oliver. The stakes have never been higher as the question looms: Can Spike navigate the maelstrom of danger to deliver salvation in time? Will Tommy stand tall amid the brewing storm, or will Scorpion's venomous quest for vengeance mark the end of Ponyville's cherished hero? Tensions rise, and destiny calls—as the Ranger of Equestria saga continues, be prepared for revelations that will set the course for the fate of all. Join us as the next chapter unfolds.

Next Time
Pissed off and Ready for Round Three!

Comments

[nightshroud96]

The scene with the gifts was pretty cool

And cool that Spike is gonna deliver the Power Coik to Tommy. I wonder how crazy it will get for him and what cool thing he said will do to help Tommy